Poems by Leigh Templeton

Avoirdupois

in a world
where consumerism
resorts to
psychological warfare,
the ultimate
desire to increase
ownership
– branded
as labels
re-creates
this parallel
dimension of
urban robotic
paganistic expression,

‘piece meal relief’

the gods
modernised
re-designed
updated
zeus – refashioned,
reproductions
of mass produce,
there is
calvin and dior
gucci and more
whose worshippers
loyally give
of their life blood..
offerings are made
to the old ones
who reward
this charade
with finery
as these
pagans parade
their empty
lives
in place
of
their lost divinity.

 

A Midnight Feast

quiet respite
of inner urgings
the ebb and flow
of moon drawn meanins,
mother earth
and goddess sun
whose hearth pulsates
with life forged seedlings,
and in this portrait
of self deception
the womb of lust
begins its deception,
to honour self
and play false prophet
the unreality
of
these inter-dimensional lives
unite and fornicate
birthing a cataclysmic
novacaine base-line midnight,
whilst delusionality solemnly denies
this constant gardner
her quiet respite..

 

Where Shall we go?

if all the broken
pieces
of lifes puzzle
meld together
in their
innocuous way
blended
formed
replicated
and every single piece
found its puzzled partner
cojoined
at the hips
lips and soul
where shall they go?

 

Bless You

parochial dissertations
of evangelical eulogies
confirm the habitual
sins of self-confessed prey
mental abstinance
and imagined chastisements
unite to coerce
these
un-sheared
woollen coveted eyes

 

I am Going Over to the Other Side

a cold hand
covers my heart
in a semi stasis
of iced defrosting
it is not
the tenderised touch
of maternal love
nor the softest caress
of a lovers bliss

demanding – all consuming
this fire elemental
forces its
whispered breath
of stale doom
across my offered neck

symptomatic nausea
creates spasmed motions
as gut wrenched wrenches
gutted innards spill
entangled
upon the dusty floor
bloodied tears
weep
from widened mouth
whose scarlet lips glisten
through a grotesque smile

elemental earth
consumes these
sacrificial outpourings
solid muddy ochred
trampled in
a shuffled dance of doom

truimphant
red gloved hands
bear aloft
my peace offering…

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